Saturday, April 10, 2010

Although he walked this way every day, Percy had trouble negotiating the incline down Brougham Lane. The handles of the plastic bags were cutting into his palms, but he was buggered if he could remember where he had stashed Vinnie’s hose pieces. Vinnie was okay, considering he was an ‘eye-tie’.

Percy clocked the two china men sitting on the steps shovelling in their foul food. He was wary every time he came this way. He stopped for a breather and to change hands. Those council buggers had not emptied the hotel wheelie bins properly and, although he gave the hotel bloke a piece of his mind, bins had not been hosed out either.

Geez, he wished that Beryl from number 197 would slow down. Then he could ask if she wanted to catch the early show at the El Rocco Room with him. A bloke still has needs, yer know.

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Phew! # 100 which adds up to 15,000 words thus far this year out of an aim of just below 55,000 words. This week coming I have selected 7 images that include some with no people at all. Let's see what I can do with just a landscape.

Riff, (n.) (v.)

2011

During 2011, I will post less frequently but, hopefully, 3x per week. Each post will be about 500 words. There will be an image, with the link being just as tenuous as it was during 2010. These will be atmospheric character studies. Read on to see what I mean. I will read extensivly Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Munro and Enright to begin with.

2010

A riff is an improvisation upon a theme. The aim of this blog is to post each of the 365 days of 2010. Each post is to consist of an image I have created, plus text which is the riff. This text is to be 150 words in length, no more no less. Mere descripton a reader can see for themself.